Boots

She walked in a carefully set her kit next to his favorite chair.

Out came the soap, the polish, and the grease.

She hoped she was prepared for everything.

He walked in the room.  "Strip," he said and turned to pour himself a drink.

Carefully she removed all of her clothing and put her hair back in a ponytail.

He sat, bourbon in one hand and unlit cigar in the other.  She finally looked down and saw them...

Tonight wasn't about a pair of fancy boots with a high shine... not about the boots he wore to the dungeon with the buckles and accessories.

Tonight was about him, his everyday engineer boots carefully crossed at the ankle, fresh with dust and wear, just like him.

Without a thought, she dropped to her hands and knees and crawled towards him.  She began licking the toe of one boot, lapping all of the dust off of it.  The other boot came down on top of her neck, forcing her to remain there until he decided to release her.

She then got up and began loving the other boot.  Her mouth started to dry up and she covered the boot with her salvia but soon she caught the familiar smell of a cigar and her mouth began to water again.

She knew what was coming.

Trying not to anticipate the evening, she reached for the soap and cleaned the leather of both boots.  Next she dipped both hands into the vat of boot grease and began to gently massage his boot and feet, carefully pouring all of her care into her work.

As she finished the second boot and went to reach for a towel to wipe up the excess, he stopped her.

"Kneel," he gently demanded.  Up she knelt, legs spread, head down, both open, and tongue out.

Gently, the ash from his cigar fell onto her tongue.  She held it till he said "thank you" and she closed her mouth, savoring the feeling of the hot ash in her mouth.

His freshly cleaned boot then slid between her legs.

"Cum," he demanded.

With the fresh ash still in her mouth, she began to grind her clit into his boot.  Eyes closed in pleasure, she felt an orgasm approaching very quickly.

He reached down and grabbed both of her nipples harshly.  Instantaneously, she began to orgasm, squirting all over his left boot, soaking the leather again.

As she came down from her orgasms, she felt more ash come down on her body.  Reaching up with hand still covered in boot grease, she began to rub the cooling ash into her skin.

"It looks like my boots are dirty again, girl," he said with a small smile, settling back into his favorite chair, puffing on his cigar.

She looked into his eyes, briefly pausing to notice the erection straining under his button fly jeans, and then began to re-clean his boots with her tongue.

It was good her favorite place to be was down at his feet... she was going to be there all night.